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Night Sounds



It’s been a much-needed quiet, low-key day.

The weather is mild, so I have the back door open.

Darkness has fallen.

A breeze rustles the tree branches.

Night sounds drift inside.

The crickets’ hum is steady and stirs fond childhood memories

of bedtime at my uncle’s farm in Carolina.

I would burrow under the covers,

My movement made the old iron bed creak.

The cotton time-worn bedsheets were welcoming;

The heavy quilt a weighted comfort.

I would lay still, keenly aware of my surroundings.

The night breeze would rustle the bedroom curtains

Causing them to billow and make shadows dance across the wall.

The crickets’ hum was steady

And guaranteed to lull me to sleep.

Tonight, I will open my bedroom window

Climb into my iron bed,

Slip between soft cotton sheets

And blanket myself under my quilt.

I will lay still, keenly aware of my surroundings.

The night breeze will rustle the bedroom curtain

Causing them to billow and make shadows dance across the wall.

The crickets’ steady hum is guaranteed to lull me to sleep.

Pure bliss.

It’s bedtime.

Good night, y’all.


In peace I will lie down and sleep, for you alone, O Lord, will keep me safe.

~Psalm 4:8

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